Zaidel grabs at the stone and feels something like a jar.Zaidel tries to grab and put it in his pocket. On the off-chance the stone is currently dimensionally affected, the cleric does not put it in his bag of holding.
Feeling around the jar it feels like it is a large pickle jar. With a radius of 6 inches or diameter of 12. You can pick up the jar. Feeling the bottom you find more smooth cool edges like a glass jar. You feel the top and find there is a lip and beyond that liquid.
He nods in agreement to Jean's statement and offers, "I would be fine with being grabbed or tailing behind. Yes I believe you could stay in the dimensional house. I don't think I have ever tried leaving someone behind before. Well there were a few animals and they survived, a few sheep, goats, even a cow. So in theory it should be fine. When in doubt if the magical item does not work that way, you would just be dislodged from the dimensional space into the adjacent place on the material plane."
Zaidel looks at the other Chosen. "Think of it as riding along in the TARDIS. I'm willing to try it."
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She relays, "I have a Jailer's Dungeon Ring of Communication, Protection and Sustenance. Each of you could have the same but the prisoners ring works great. This acts as a status spell, ring of communication, ring of protection +2, and a ring of sustenance. The communication connects to all wothin range and synced."
Zaidel looks at Jellena's ring with new appreciation. "Whew! I didn't know all that! But between you and me, I'm just gonna call it The Jellena Ring."
"I don't have one, and it sounds useful, so thank you, Jellena. A TARGDIS ride, huh? Well, never in the history of ever has one of those gone wrong, right?" Stratton smirks with sarcasm oozing from every pore.
"Oh come on, Stratton!" Zaidel consoles the oni. "Every step is a step closer to your Dark lady getting her own body!
Besides, finding a gold half-dragon tribe sounds like fun!"
He looks up as if thinking and then after a few moments he replies to Jean, "No, Fizzy says that we can open it when we want there is no limit."
With realization falling quickly into his mind he states, "So we all stay in the hut and the dragon, Jean, can let us out when he needs a break, then I can run! Sounds like a plan!"
Zaidel takes it all in, listening to his teammates, and smiles to himself.
You know? I'm glad I don't have a extended fly speed. I'd miss so much by flying over it. Who knows how many fey or hot b|tches we'll be flying over to get to our destination. I'm happy with the slow method of running everywhere. Wow!
He nods in agreement and states, "You should be able to find the place. It is the only two story building around and it is on top a hill."
"Please, I would love a taste of your sweets." Stratton whispers back, smiling. Imitating the emperor "Something, something.... Dark Side. Something, something.... Tasty."
Louder, to the group. "That sounds great, plus we can get our dailies in while Krazok does the flying, and that will save quite a bit of time too."
Zaidel smiles against to himself. This time the satyr is pleased Stratton and Jellena are getting along so well.
As the hut is closed those inside get a notification:
If you are within the hut for more than an hour in its travel form you will be shunted back to the material plane. This effect will not affect familiars.
After 15 minutes with Jean at top speeds, he sees a hill with a large two story complex on it.
Stratton looks and takes a mithral ring set with a black star sapphire. His hand linger momentarily touching Jellena's while looking her in the eye "Thank you. My seduction has been completed." he winks and then smiles.
Once they are underway, he says to Jellena "Could you tell me more of your mistress and the practices of her worshippers. I haven't make any decision regarding a patron as of yet. I've heard Zaidel's pitch, and it's a compelling one, but then he could make pretty much anything sound great. I'm trying to be broader minded this life"
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100 Pushups Str take 10 vs DC 10 1 hour
100 Situps Str take 10 vs DC 12 1 hour
100 squats Str take 10 vs DC 14 1 hour
100 jumping jacks Dex take 10 vs DC 16 1hour
rest an hour
run 5k Con take 10 vs DC 15 1/2 hour
5.5 hours total
Within the Specter, the doorway outside opens. Zaidel is the first to exit, to look around their new surroundings.
"Hi, Jean! Any problems?"
The satyr sees a two-story building nearby on a hill.
"Huh? What's that I wonder."
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She smiles back at Stratton but her face remains neutral.
"Well those are some rather broad strokes. The Mistress focuses on the cycle of life. Birth, death and such. Our goddess is rather off hands in regards to most of our life choices. Though her main tenant is the destruction of undead. Do you want the real pitch of becoming a Chosen of the Mistress? Your Lady there is a follower of the Mistress to say the least." She points to the sword on Stratton's side.
The satyr looks around at the different environment than he used to.
"Whew! Good thing you guys have a cleric with you, for all your create water needs."
"It looks like were in the badlands; no recognized legal power other than what you can hold yourself."
Zaidel casts create water in his Tankard of the Drunken Hero to make some Coca-cola.
"Sounds a bit like Pharasma. But I thought you said something about sacrificing lifeblood every day. Maybe I misheard?" Stratton says quizzically. "You say Lady Black is a follower of your Mistress? She seems to be stuck outside of the normal life-death cycle at the moment."
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"Yes Pharasma is in the same realm as the Mistress. The Mistress is the greater deity of death in this universe. Yes I do sacrifice a living creature everyday to the Mistress so that my ring may grant me a wish." She closes her eyes for a few moments before looking at Stratton again, "In truth she isn't...'outside of the normal life-death cycle at the moment' her soul was misplaced due to an accident and her body without a soul perished. She didn't mean to do that and with your help trying to find herself a new body."
Seeing the fizz come off of the 'water' she asks, "What can you make with your ability? How often?"
He walks out last and retrieves the scepter from the ground. He looks around and states, "Yes this is the place. How would you like to deal with 'them'? Wholesale slaughter, fight and give mercy, detect evil?"
Seeing the fizz come off of the 'water' she asks, "What can you make with your ability? How often?"
Zaidel smiles with pride. "It's my Chosen ability. It is essentially a very powerful version of enhance water , but I can created any alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverage I want. Coke, both corn syrup and sugar cane. Strawberry daiquiris, strawberry smoothies. Dwarven Ale or Elven wine. I can make as much of it as I want!"
He throws it out there aimable to your choice, "Just an option. Not that it is my first choice but unless something has changed we will have bar fights quickly on our hands."
Zaidel simply smiles a bartender's grin as he dumps his Coca-cola out, casts prestidigitation to clean it, then fills the tankard back up with Surge, handing it to the oracle.
"One of MANY perks of being a member of Aeria Gloris, or my friend. But I would recommend you getting your own tankard at one point. Waterskins are great, but hard to clean."
He throws it out there aimable to your choice, "Just an option. Not that it is my first choice but unless something has changed we will have bar fights quickly on our hands."
"Krazok, my friend. You hang with Aeria Gloris now. There are other more subtle ways to do things. For example, I could walk up and knock on the door, while the rest of you sneak around and get into positions. I'll find out what I can. And if I raise my tankard up, that'll be your cue to attack."
"But I'm open to all ideas at this point", Zaidel added diplomatically.
Krazok just follows the others axe ready.
Stratton uses his Invisibility to sneak in next to Zaidel. "Right with you, buddy." says his disembodied voice. "The rest can stay back within eyesight in case you raise the tankard."
Zaidel nods at Stratton, casting message on his companions.
Once that was cast, the satyr walks up to the door and knocks.
I tried asking the gold dragon tribe, but they shooed me away? Can you help me?"
The two rough looking men answering the door let Zaidel in the doors. One of them looks around, not seeing anyone else they lock the doors again.
Past the doors the guards tell a man in black studded leather armor and two glowing swords on his back. The guards state, "Otto will get you settled or taken care of."
Otto in his gruff voice asks, "So you need directions to a forest?"
In the room beyond Otto, you see a tavern layout, with a large cage in one corner, and a couch on a raised platform. In the cage you see two bare fisted brawlers going at it with spectators cheering or jeering. Two pretty bartenders make and present drinks to patrons when they ask. On the couch you see three bare chested young men fawning over a vixen in red leather. In the room you see a few other strong figures, a scarred halforc malr barbarian, a trio of female elven rangers, a cleric or fighter in full plate armor the holy symbol of Desna decorated on the chest piece, and a voluptuous sorceress.
After Zaidel is taken in he moves around stealthily and with his wings climbs up onto the roof, peeking over to watch the courtyard.
"Hello, Otto, is it?" The satyr says, looking around, shaking the man's hand. "What is this place! A tavern in the middle of nowhere? Amazing!"
A lilt raises his voice as he seems interested in the building, "Tavern, inn, outpost, we do what we can. There are not many other outposts or buildings around. Problems with the locals and beasts is the reason for it. Isn't that the symbol of Cayden Calien?"
The satyr looks down at his chest. "Oh yeah! Got this off a fine red-headed barmaid from New Faces. Great ass."
"So how come the half-dragons are giving this place grief? You guys picked a fight or something?"
Stratton finds a good place to hide if the magic of his invisibility wears off while Zaidel is talking.
He looks you over a confused look on his face, "Oh yeah, you get a piece of that ass?I thought you were looking for directions or something?"
There are lots of hiddy holes, under tables, dark corners, behind the couch, and such.
The satyr holds up his hands. "The piece of ass was from New Faces. Though, to be fair, the are many beautiful ladies hanging around here."
"But, yeah! I'm looking for directions out of this desert. But I'm willing to do some work for some water or ale or food, man. I'm a pretty good musican. Looking like you're in need of some new entertainment? What'd ya say?"
He looks about a bit confused but shakes his head focusing on Zaidel's words, "Yeah I am sure that is doable."
The man is a man of few words. Zaidel picks up on this and begins to play his pipes and then moves into song with his lute accompanying him. He easily begins to shift the attitude of the crowd. Several hours pass by as the whole compound is drawn into the hall.